im your great grandaunt's bff

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argh!

it felt great to be playing on the pitch again. felt contented, satisfied. and rather happy. but i've been getting humongous blisters on my foot and thus, the excessive peeling of skin. i feel like a reptile now. but hey, no pain no gain. Pw is simply just sucking the youth and blood out of me. i feel old and unwanted, like im some divorcee who is unfortunately clinging onto this disgusting piece of property that my old man left me - PW. urgh. but soon, soon, i'll be able to get rid of it. muahahahaha. oh the humanity. and pass it on to the future.

what the hell am i talking about?

yawkhong came up and counted the number on pimples i had on my face. sickening. i bet that's the most devastating thing that could ever happen on such a cool & rainy day. although i aided him in counting my pimples. -.- it was a freaking 5. A BIG 5. whoosh. like what's the world becoming too?

even my mom, has taken a certain liking for grey's anatomy, a show which she felt it was rather nonsensical in the past. and now, she's hogging onto the remote control like no one's business. i didn't even had the chance to watch my scooby doo please. like urgh. i think one day, i shall, with my superb art skills, make a remote control look alike for her and steal the original remote control away. HAHAHA. i'd probably be owning the entire universe. like how cool is that? i'll get most of the materialistic wants i want. and i will be jealous no more of those rich ass friends of mine. teeheehee. perfect idea. i think i should work on it now. i shall do my PI, EOM, &WR. forget about InR, afterall, in the real world, i doubt anybody would care for how you felt. like who will give a shit to how you felt during the process of the project? my mom doesn't even care.

lectures in school now are a waste of time. you have no idea how agonising it was to stay awake for a 2 hr econs lecture, 2 hour cheena lecture and 2 of pw. by the end of it, i had almost plucked out every single hair on my head.

oh, & i dropped my disco light shiny rubberband on the field today while running after grace and i couldn't find it. apparently i had to choose between a rubberband, that costs a dollar or touch an opponent in game that was on her way to score on the try line. i chose to latter. no la, i'm not that woah, i just didnt know what i was thinking. no, actually, i didnt realise my rubber band dropped until i tapped grace.

i couldnt find it afterwards ): see grace, i sacrifice for you lehxzsxs.

i think i shall go hunt for it tmr. afterall, i miss grass. hur hur

what was this entry about anyway?

can you read in between the lines?